Brain Noodles (poetry)

petrichor

I love the smell of the earth after it rains,
The scent is always so large,
so enveloping,
It seems to put a weight into the air.
It's a comforting weight.
It's a blanket.
And it feels so cozy.
In the mornings, when I step out into the cold,
I am always grateful for my blanket.